Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Duke. That it alone, is high fantasticall.
Cu. Cu.
Cu. Will you go hunt my Lord?
Du. Du.
Du. What Curio?
Cu. The Hart.
Du. Why so I do, the Noblest that I haue:
Du. O when mine eyes did see Oliuia first,
Du. Me thought she purg'd the ayre of pestilence;
Du. That instant was I turn'd into a Hart,
Du. And my desires like fell and crull hounds,
Du. Ere since pursue me. How now what newes from her?
Du. Enter Valentine.
Val. Val.
Val. So please my Lord, I might not be admitted,
Val. But from her handmaid do returne this answer:
Val. The Element it selfe, till seuen yeares heate,
Val. Shall not behold her face at ample view: